01-05-2025, 01:43 PM
Now I was wearing nothing above the waist, only the lower half of my saree still clinging loosely to my hips. My bare breasts—warm, full, and heaving with anticipation—were completely exposed to his hungry gaze. The sight of them made his breath catch, his eyes darkening with raw, carnal awe.
Without a word, he lunged in, taking my left breast into his mouth with a feral hunger, sucking deeply, noisily, as though he’d been starved of it for lifetimes. His tongue swirled violently around the sensitive nipple, flicking, teasing, punishing it in wet, dizzying circles before biting down just enough to make my hips jolt.
"Fuck, Ramu," I moaned, my fingers clutching his hair with desperate force, yanking him tighter into my chest.
His other hand wasn’t idle—his palm grabbed my right breast with possessive greed, kneading it hard, squeezing deep, fingers rolling and pinching the nipple until it stood stiff and throbbing beneath his grip. He devoured me, switching between breasts with relentless hunger, lips sucking, teeth grazing, tongue lapping. Every time he bit down, lightning shot down my spine and pooled between my legs.
“You’ve been hiding these from me for too long,” he growled between licks, his voice guttural, lost in lust. “You should’ve fed me this way the day you moved in.”
I arched my back, shoving more of myself into his face, my voice nothing but a gasp. “They’re all yours now… suck me like you own me.”
He did.
As he sucked harder, my body betrayed us both—a warm spurt hit his tongue. My milk.
He froze for a second, stunned, then pulled back, his lips glistening. He looked up at me with wild reverence. “You’re still lactating… Sakshi?”
My breath shook. I nodded. “Yes… it started again… I didn’t even realize how full they were.”
His mouth slammed back onto my nipple. He sucked harder now, greedier, like a beast, groaning as my milk hit his tongue and filled his mouth. His hands pressed into the base of my breasts, working them with experienced reverence, massaging the fullness, milking me like he couldn’t get enough.
“Fuck… you taste like heaven,” he moaned, licking the trails that escaped down my skin, chasing every drip with his tongue. “So warm… so sweet… I want more.”
He latched onto my other nipple, drawing milk from me in thick spurts, suckling with obscene slurps that made my thighs tremble.
My body was convulsing, overwhelmed—my nipples tingled, throbbed, milk spilling down onto my belly, my sides. I couldn’t stop the noises spilling from my lips.
“Drink it all… drink me dry,” I whimpered, voice broken with pleasure, fingers tangled deep in his hair.
He obeyed, face buried deep in my chest, mouth working mercilessly. My breasts were soaked, nipples red and pulsing, wet from his tongue and the milky spray he chased like salvation.
He pulled back finally, lips wet, eyes glowing.
“Don’t stop me now, Sakshi. I could live off you. I’d suck you dry every morning, every night.”
I gasped, my thighs rubbing, my cunt dripping beneath the folds of my saree.
My boobs were shining with milk and spit, hot, heavy, aching—and I never wanted his mouth to leave them.
Without a word, he lunged in, taking my left breast into his mouth with a feral hunger, sucking deeply, noisily, as though he’d been starved of it for lifetimes. His tongue swirled violently around the sensitive nipple, flicking, teasing, punishing it in wet, dizzying circles before biting down just enough to make my hips jolt.
"Fuck, Ramu," I moaned, my fingers clutching his hair with desperate force, yanking him tighter into my chest.
His other hand wasn’t idle—his palm grabbed my right breast with possessive greed, kneading it hard, squeezing deep, fingers rolling and pinching the nipple until it stood stiff and throbbing beneath his grip. He devoured me, switching between breasts with relentless hunger, lips sucking, teeth grazing, tongue lapping. Every time he bit down, lightning shot down my spine and pooled between my legs.
“You’ve been hiding these from me for too long,” he growled between licks, his voice guttural, lost in lust. “You should’ve fed me this way the day you moved in.”
I arched my back, shoving more of myself into his face, my voice nothing but a gasp. “They’re all yours now… suck me like you own me.”
He did.
As he sucked harder, my body betrayed us both—a warm spurt hit his tongue. My milk.
He froze for a second, stunned, then pulled back, his lips glistening. He looked up at me with wild reverence. “You’re still lactating… Sakshi?”
My breath shook. I nodded. “Yes… it started again… I didn’t even realize how full they were.”
His mouth slammed back onto my nipple. He sucked harder now, greedier, like a beast, groaning as my milk hit his tongue and filled his mouth. His hands pressed into the base of my breasts, working them with experienced reverence, massaging the fullness, milking me like he couldn’t get enough.
“Fuck… you taste like heaven,” he moaned, licking the trails that escaped down my skin, chasing every drip with his tongue. “So warm… so sweet… I want more.”
He latched onto my other nipple, drawing milk from me in thick spurts, suckling with obscene slurps that made my thighs tremble.
My body was convulsing, overwhelmed—my nipples tingled, throbbed, milk spilling down onto my belly, my sides. I couldn’t stop the noises spilling from my lips.
“Drink it all… drink me dry,” I whimpered, voice broken with pleasure, fingers tangled deep in his hair.
He obeyed, face buried deep in my chest, mouth working mercilessly. My breasts were soaked, nipples red and pulsing, wet from his tongue and the milky spray he chased like salvation.
He pulled back finally, lips wet, eyes glowing.
“Don’t stop me now, Sakshi. I could live off you. I’d suck you dry every morning, every night.”
I gasped, my thighs rubbing, my cunt dripping beneath the folds of my saree.
My boobs were shining with milk and spit, hot, heavy, aching—and I never wanted his mouth to leave them.
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